The opposite of love is indifference, not hatred. An indifferent person lack the drive to kill or hurt.

arrr...It's been ages. Well I intended to pen my thoughts on a book instead here, but getting a pen can be a chore sometimes. So here I am. I read my previous self's thoughts, man I grew too fast. Maybe my concept of time being non-existing made me realize it. My dreams, my drive, my goals.... Man...it changes so fast. What am I, but a spec of dust compared to the galaxy. I realize that at an early stage, no wonder there is no drive in me left. Am I still, after so long, wearing a mask? Or am I, really who I am suppose to be?

I realize now, that I love mystery. The mysterious it is, the more I crave for it. If I were to die, will I regret the path I have taken? Will be able to face god and said, I have a full filling life? If you look into my eyes, will you still be able to see the light or just a soul with an empty shell.

I just ask her out, though the answer is expected, I'm actually kind of happy.